oh black mermaid
your stunning beauty aerates my being
your eight-shadow holding a turner,
mixing sand and oil in my head,
is all I see when I see you.
Is this madness, or her synonym?
at day, you are the moon
at night, you become sun
resolved, I melt
to mould the bricks of this darkness
and steal into your dream
for a clearer view: blue, not blur
and surely that settles it
the crisis looming in my head...
we both are mad, thanks to you!
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